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It might not be the life I planned to star in but it is mine and it is mid-act! What's posted here isn't a daily diary type blog. . . more of a collection of essays about life as it happens to me. Or about me as I live life? Depends on my mood--sometimes I'm passive and sometimes I'm active, but I'm always in the play!
Writer's quote
"I thought it. I said it. I wrote it. I read it. It's fact."
About Me: I'm an American living in Fukui, Japan (still) with my Japanese husband and 2 daughters.
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- 7:10 to TOKYO
- BabyMoon
- Blooming
- Cafe Yamashita
- Gaijin Fujin
- Gaijin Mama
- GirlJapan
- Home
- Homesick Home
- Hyotenka
- Illahee's Blog
- International Marriage
- Liberal Japan
- Life of an American Mommy in Japan
- Medeafication
- Mikan Days
- Mommy Colored Glasses
- Mommy in Japan
- Mothers Who Write
- Ramblings of a 30 Something
- Re-Entry Japan
- Sakura Family
- Tiger Mama Talks
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Rehearsal Times Over
I was on the phone with a friend the other day, following the same loop of conversation that our weekly chats do: touch on family, marital relationships, child rearing issues, general malaise and frustration with waking up every day in the same old rut. . .and she cut me off mid-sentence with, "This isn't a dress rehearsal you know. This is it."
She got me to thinking and you know what? She's right. This is it. Lot's of parts of the picture may not be from "The Life I Am Supposed to be Living" or even many from "The Life I Imagined I would be Living" but this IS the Life I am Living! So. Rehearsal Times Over and we're already mid act!
Why I Choose to Blog (semi) Anonymously
Because I write creative non-fiction prose. And because I always write from only one perspective: mine. So think of the poor helpless material--er, I mean my family. My eldest daughter is 9, my youngest 4. Neither one can read English, so they presently haven't got even the slightest chance of logging on and setting the record straight. You know, the youngest can't write a stinging retort to my description of her as a "crying worm", the eldest can't sneak up and after reading quickly over my shoulder say, "hey, Mom, that's kinda personal isn't it? Do you have to tell people everything? About me?"
Then there is my husband. Albeit I never worry for even a fraction of a second that he might log on and read my blog. Why? Well, he considers reading my writing torture, because I write in English. This as opposed to reading my writing in Japanese which he finds amusing because of the mistakes I make, like using the word "carrot" (ninjin) for "person"(ningen). Reading English is part of his job, not part of his down time. So unless my blog's URL ever ends up on an interdepartmental memo as prioritized reading. . .
However, I will use my own name, Laura. I'm the one behind the words, me, Laura. But my husband, here he is Masa because I love the sound of that particular Japanese man's name, but not because it is his. And my daughters are Reno (for the American city in which she was born) and Saki Because that is actually the name I wanted to name her. Except Americans pronounce sake (Japanese rice wine)--"saw-key"-- which is the same pronounciation as the Japanese girl's name "Saki". And I didn't want people thinking that I was naming my kids after alcoholic beverages, but I still really like the name.
Then there is my husband. Albeit I never worry for even a fraction of a second that he might log on and read my blog. Why? Well, he considers reading my writing torture, because I write in English. This as opposed to reading my writing in Japanese which he finds amusing because of the mistakes I make, like using the word "carrot" (ninjin) for "person"(ningen). Reading English is part of his job, not part of his down time. So unless my blog's URL ever ends up on an interdepartmental memo as prioritized reading. . .
However, I will use my own name, Laura. I'm the one behind the words, me, Laura. But my husband, here he is Masa because I love the sound of that particular Japanese man's name, but not because it is his. And my daughters are Reno (for the American city in which she was born) and Saki Because that is actually the name I wanted to name her. Except Americans pronounce sake (Japanese rice wine)--"saw-key"-- which is the same pronounciation as the Japanese girl's name "Saki". And I didn't want people thinking that I was naming my kids after alcoholic beverages, but I still really like the name.
2 comments:
My Dearest Best Friend/Sister:
You almost got it right: "I thought it, I said it, I wrote it, it's Fact." Close.... your version makes sense just as well. You know, I've been using that quote a lot lately myself....when one starts a new business alone, sometimes a person simply has to make up 'the rules' as they come up!
So, so glad that you are writing again. I've known since we were Badgers that you are, continue to be, and WILL be the greatest writer I've EVER known, or have had the pleasure of reading your work. Now that you have your own blog, you bet I'll be checking in EVERYDAY. Congratulations!!!!!
My best and most loving wishes to you and the family!!!!
Take care and KEEP WRITING!!
Blond Badger
Coarsegold Girl,
After some thought (whew, occasionally that in itself takes some thought)....I've decided that your versions of my term paper quote might just be right?!
Funny how things just continue.....you are correct, my dear friend, rehearsal time is over: Okay, LIFE, let's GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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